This drabble was written for xXxSkittlerzXxX's 200 Things I am not alowed to do at Hogwarts Challenge.
Propt: Starting a betting pool on the fate of this year's Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is tasteless and tacky, not a clever money-making concept.
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The Bet
"It's a new year and you all know what that means!"
"It's time to begin betting on the fate of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
"Come make your bets here!"
"Right this way! Right this way!"
"Don't be shy!"
"Step right up and place your bets!"
Fred and George had just opened their yearly betting pool on the fate of the new DADA teacher. And there were a lot of takers this year.
"Ten galleons," Harry said dropping his money in front of the Weasley's, "He gets blown to pieces."
Susan Bones handed the twins five galleons, "I say he's working for You-Know-Who."
George was collecting money, Fred was writing everything down as fast as he could. It was busy business today.
"Eight galleons says the Giant Squid gets him," Theodore Nott put in.
"That's an interesting one," George says taking his money.
"Hey! George! Fred!" Lee Jordan called, "Quick, someone said there's a teacher coming!"
"Oh, Crap!"
"Everyone," Fred called, "hold on to your money and go about your business else–"
Fred was cut short by someone slapping forty galleons onto the table.
"Poisoned pumpkin juice," Snape said.
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